100 Words - Hungover Escape

unmade cot

Spencer tried to look around but he couldn’t move his hungover head. The ceiling looked familiar. Something was cooking. It didn’t smell good. Hungarian goulash! The ceiling and how he came to be under it returned to his memory. With all his might he stood up and ran.

He made it out the front door but the gate was locked. It was tall but he thought he could make it over. He was halfway up when she discovered he was missing.

Spencer, where are you?” She yelled with friendly menace.

The bullet hit him just before he hit the ground.